Seventy-eighth bowl of soup (nine)
"Money can turn ghosts, this saying is true." Taking advantage of the time when the director was talking to others, Zhong Lang turned his head and said to Qing Huan.
"..." What else could she say.
Originally, she thought that Zhong Lang would stay on the set and watch her, but Zhong Lang pinched her face and told her to work hard, and then left! Surprised Qing Huan couldn't help but say: "You..."
"Huh?" He turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth, "You want me to stay?"
Just kidding, of course not. So Qing Huan shook his head with the rattle. After shaking his head, he felt that he was trying to die. What if he changed his mind? Before she could figure out how to remedy it, Zhong Lang came back and patted her head: "I'll pick you up tonight."
He can let her continue to work, and he can watch her all the time, but he can't bear to sleep with his arms empty at night. He slept with a bone for decades, and now this person is really alive, and he can't lose it anymore.
"good."
With her approval, Zhong Lang turned around and left. Qing Huan looked at his back and stood there blankly. There was an idea in her heart that was so clear, but she still didn't want to dig it—maybe digging Afterwards, she was no longer her former self.
Do you want to understand Zhong Lang's company with Zhong Lang, or do you want to resent Zhong Lang and fear Zhong Lang as always? Qing Huan didn't know, she couldn't tell which choice was more terrifying.
Of course she didn't love him, she didn't love him a long time ago.
But she never fell in love with anyone else.
If Zhong Lang has always been that gentle illusion, if she has never discovered the truth, then she will definitely love him very much, and will never like others again. But in fact, Zhong Lang is not the gentle and refined man she thought, he is a wolf and a poisonous snake in his bones, and he is desperate and destructive madness, which is completely different from her pursuit. But.
But.
But what
Qing Huan didn't think about it any further, because the director had already told her to start filming.
Although he has made a lot of money, the director still cherishes his feathers. He likes money, and he also likes good movies and good actors. Therefore, when he first received Zhong Lang's invitation, he refused until Zhong Lang Lang raised the price to an astronomical figure, and the director who didn't love fame and fortune... fell. He was dying to put forward his own request, if the heroine did not satisfy him, then he would not shoot, and the money would not be refunded.
After he finished speaking, he waited anxiously for a long time, almost thinking that he was about to be banned, before he heard a faint um.
So confident
He has been thinking about who the heroine will be. He has seen too much about it. Investors, it is either a vase with no acting skills or an Internet celebrity with plastic surgery face. In fact, he regrets accepting this movie director. What can I do if the evening festival is not guaranteed
But he never expected that Mr. Zhong was even crazier than he imagined. He didn't stuff a vase or an Internet celebrity, he was just playing! Send a, a girl who hasn't even taken an acting class? !
When I saw Qing Huan for the first time, the director's idea was that this girl is pretty, she is really pretty, and her appearance and temperament are very good, but I asked, okay, she is not from a major, and she has no acting experience!
How can Qing Huan tell him that in my previous life, I have filmed many movies, won several actresses, and even acted as your heroine. At that time, you still praised me in front of the media as an actress with strength and talent... But this time of rebirth What happened, she said that she was worried that she would be caught for autopsy. At this point, the only thing left to do is to let the facts speak for themselves. No matter what she says, she won't do well, and the director will feel that she is lying to him.
That guy Zhong Lang...
The director, who was originally in a bad mood, suddenly brightened his eyes when he saw the first scene! Facing the old drama, he is not inferior, the angle of entry is perfect, not to mention his good looks, the main reason is that his acting skills are really good!
Is this really an amateur who has never acted before? Why do you look older than the old drama bones? There is no stage fright at all, and the best he imagined is nothing more than this!
The director, who was still somewhat depressed, suddenly came to life! He jumped up from his chair and threw himself into the filming like a dog's blood.
At noon, Qing Huan ate boxed lunch with the crew, and what surprised her was that Zhong Lang really didn't come, nor did he send anyone to watch her... Probably not? In her previous life, she had escaped several times, only to find out later that someone had been following her, but this life is not the same as before.
It wasn't until the end of the day's play that the director said that everyone had worked hard, and she saw Zhong Lang standing not far away. He stood by the door, half bathed in light, half reclusive in darkness. There was a lot of people talking about such a person, but Qing Huan suddenly felt that the whole world had become extremely quiet. He waved to her, and she walked over, and then was held by the hand. The director saw Zhong Lang from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly said happily When she ran over, she was full of compliments, Qing Huan was so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed, she felt like the class teacher who passed the double hundred exam in elementary school praised herself to her parents.
"...shut up." Zhong Lang was very annoyed. "It's up to you to say." Of course she is the best.
The director is not angry when he is bullied, he has a premonition that this movie will become one that surpasses all his previous works! Artists are not reconciled to staying in the past, and the only thing they want to surpass is themselves.
Zhong Lang put his arms around Qing Huan's shoulders, and seeing that she didn't wear much, he put a suit jacket on her. Qing Huan smelled a faint smell of cigarettes. He thought he had smoked again, but the smell was actually very faint. , Zhong Lang probably came here for a while, but she didn't notice, so the smell of smoke has almost dissipated, but she coughed a few times suddenly, which was somewhat real and also somewhat intentional.
Zhong Lang frowned, let go of her and walked a few steps away from her. Qing Huan looked at him, and he said: "I smoked just now."
He is addicted to cigarettes, especially without her in his previous life, only tobacco and alcohol can make his life easier, the habit of so many years can't be easily broken, Zhong Lang is already able to resist smoking at home limit.
"Stop smoking?" Qing Huan tentatively said, "It's not good for your health, and it's not good for me either."
After she finished speaking, she added, "I don't like the smell of cigarettes."
"I know." He walked forward side by side with her, the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, illuminating the night like day, and a gust of cool wind blew over, as if something had quietly changed between them, "I won't smoke anymore gone."
"Really?" she asked again.
"Um."
Qing Huan lowered her head and watched as the shadows of the two people on the ground first became longer and then shorter, and then they were no longer visible. She felt that the moonlight was eroding her exposed skin. There was a trace of coolness and a trace of intoxication. It is easy to become weak. "I'm hungry."
She didn't eat much at night, mainly because the box lunch was too greasy, and her stomach couldn't bear it.
"There's a cake for you."
When he arrived in the car, Zhong Lang took out a beautifully packaged small box, which contained a piece of delicate and sweet strawberry cake, a small piece, just enough to fill his stomach but not too big to eat other things. Qing Huan ate it bite by bite, and even had a feeling that the two of us could get along peacefully like this.
She sniffed, ate more than half of it, Zhong Lang swallowed the rest without any disgust, then stayed a little far away from her, and didn't make any moves today, probably because she was worried about what she said just now. If the smell of smoke is bad.
When he got home, he went to cook the noodles. Qing Huan sat on a chair and rubbed his finger that was injured yesterday, vaguely aware of some things beyond his control that were flying in one direction and couldn't be pulled back.
After eating noodles, she took a shower and went to bed. After a day of exhaustion, she didn't want to say anything, and she didn't want to do anything. Just when she was about to fall asleep and her mind was blurred, she heard Zhong Lang's deep voice: "Are you tired?"
"tired… "
"Although you are tired, you like it very much, don't you?"
"Well..." I like it very much. I like it very much. She likes this job, loves this job, and is proud of it, and regards it as her glory and dream.
Zhong Lang smiled lightly, and said something, but Qing Huan didn't hear it very clearly, after all, she was very sleepy, probably... it was something like "just like it".
probably.
The shooting of the movie was not easy. Although there were no action scenes and it was not very dangerous, the director's high standards and high demands made everyone miserable except for Qing Huan. From the beginning when she thought that the airborne heroine would ruin the movie, to when everyone was crushed by the director and she was the only one who could perfectly fulfill the director's request, Qing Huan was no longer a vase in the eyes of everyone. Even if it is a different time, a different place, and a different person, her strength and hard work are obvious to all.
If such a person is not successful, who else can be successful
On the day after the filming was over, Qing Huan felt that the burden on her shoulders had been lifted. Taking advantage of the finale banquet, she leaned into the director's ear and asked, and the director, who was intoxicated with alcohol, told her how much Zhong Lang invested in the film without thinking too much. That number scared Qing Huan so much that she couldn't even hold the chopsticks in her hand, the corners of her eyes twitched, and it was the first time in her life that she realized that Zhong Lang really didn't take money seriously.
Is it really that important? Her in this life, her dream in this life
On the way Zhong Lang picked her up and went home, he noticed that something was wrong with her, her eyes were strange, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"how?"
Qing Huan heard him ask, turned to look at him, and asked a little bit tangled: "Do you think this movie will sell well?"
Zhong Lang drove by himself today, and when she asked, he thought she was worried about the box office, "Of course." Even if it didn't sell well, he could still buy it well.
No matter who told him that he didn't have much, he just had a lot of money.
Qing Huan didn't understand what he meant, and asked again: "Then... can you earn back the share you got?" Seeing that he didn't understand, he added: "It's the price you pay the director. "
Zhong Lang smiled: "Are you worried that I have no money?"
"No." She denied it too quickly, appearing guilty instead.